(writing this right now)
Because I do not have a writing program on this computer
my notebooks are far away in my car
and because I had this thought which at the moment
amuses me
but i am half asleep
it is late at night so forgive
the rambling of all of this everything.
I will make a confession;
I am bad at hugs
I do not know how to do them

I can hug precisely one person right
and that person holds a very secular place in my heart.
I cannot give or receive complicated handshakes that everyone else gets
My hand just gets confused and flaccid faster
than losing a ***** after an untimely image of your lewd grandmother
hit’s your mind.

I have kissed maybe five girls in my life
Only one I have seen naked (with permission at least)
ha ha that’s a joke
Well. half of that,
Anyway.

Point is, you may not call me the most
lovable person
or the most affectionate
but somewhere
it is there
like the famous light leaks of an old Russian film camera
my love bleeds through if
you look hard enough.